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autumn poem

levé des morts
il y a des gains pour toutes nos pertes
aimez-moi enfin, ou si vous pas
ŕ partir du sud ŕ la coupure du jour
elle était une beauté en jours
simplement parlant
bruits qui tâchent de déchirer
maintenant que je me suis refroidi ŕ vous
je me demande oů vous vivez
pour moi étais un conseiller décharné et grave
nuit mystérieuse

 



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